List of Demands

She stared at the paper and her face showed her disgust.  She picked up the phone and dialed a number.  When she heard him answer she didn’t waste time with a hello, she yelled, “What the hell happened to an amicable even split?  This list of things you want is crazy!”

She listened briefly to him, and then said, “Don’t give me that poor me speech.  You know I helped get you through college.”

In a short time, she interrupted him and said, “Fine, then talk to my lawyer!” Then she dropped the phone and stormed out of the room.


Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) – amicable

Upon The Wind

Release your inner turmoil

Let the emotion seep out of you

Like ink from the pen of a poet

Scribbling out his frustrations and desires

Free the hesitations that hold you back

Let them run wild

Like horses across the plains

Racing towards their freedom

Discharge your dreams upon the wind

Let them climb into the future

Like eagles flying high

Soaring over their lands


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – release

Mumbles … Post

This weekend is about writing and working on Dad’s house.  I am now only 4 – 5 days behind in my daily prompts.  So, I am going to try to get caught up this weekend.  I hope the muses are on my side.

The reason I am trying so hard to catch up is that I want to start a new challenge on Monday.  It is an A to Z challenge a fellow blogger introduced me to.  I guess you are supposed to pick a topic or theme to write about, but I don’t follow rules well so, I will pick an appropriate word every day to post about.  It is a post every day except Sundays in the month of April.  I think it will be fun.

As for the other half of the weekend and cleaning out Dad’s house, I wouldn’t call that fun, but we are starting to see some progress made.  The kitchen is ready to be scraped and painted, while the bedrooms get a good run through.  I imagine those won’t take too long.  It is just hard as my sister works and has only been able to make it one of the weekend days a few times.  So, it is slow going.  There is not a lot I can do without her there… I don’t want to get rid of something I shouldn’t.  And her being the older sister she is older and wiser, right?

Starting Monday, I will be doing the A to Z Challenge along with my regular daily prompt post.  I hope I don’t clog up your reader feeds with too much nonsense. I may even be able to work two posts into one if I get all wild and crazy some days.  Ok… I am off to do more reading.  Have a great weekend!


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – post

So Cold

The corpse was on display

For everyone to see

To say their goodbyes

I was maybe 12 years old

And there lay my great grandma

I was terrified

Not sure of what to do

Then my grandma took my hand

And put it on the cold hand in the casket

I was mortified


Sure everyone was watching me

Is this what everyone did

I wanted to wash my hand

That wasn’t my great grandma

My great grandma always smiled

We sat and watched others

There was a sermon I don’t remember

Because I watched it so it wouldn’t move

Then they took it away, down the aisle

I don’t remember much else

But I still feel the cold

Instead of her always warm hand

Still see that sour sad face

That used to grin

That corpse was not my great grandma

But I will never forget it


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – corpse

Only Routine

I love you

I hear the words

Almost every day

But I wonder

If you really

Even mean them

Lately I have

Felt so unloved

The paltry amount

Of real love

You show me

Makes me wonder

If you care

You don’t touch me

You don’t compliment me

You don’t even talk

You hide away

During the week

At work and

On your computer

I guess girls

On the screen

Are prettier and

In better shape

You talk to them

You laugh with them

You fulfill some fantasy

While I sit

Alone and unloved


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – paltry


I turn to you

And I smile ear to ear

Nothing was funny

But sitting with you

I experience pure bliss


I turn to you

And take a deep sigh

I am physically spent

Because lying with you

I experience pure desire


I turn to you

And don’t know what to do

Delirious with emotions

Knowing life with you

I experience pure love


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – delirious

What Ails You

Fever, headache and a cough

I don’t feel well at all

I know it’s more than the flu

So searching I will go

Enter my symptoms

Hit the diagnosis button

And oh my god I knew it

My brain is hemorrhaging

This could be it

Or congestive heart failure

This list goes on and on

… don’t panic

Maybe I should be more specific

Add another symptom or two

Now its surely something horrible

Keep scrolling down

The truth is there somewhere

By later tonight I might die

From a computer diagnosis

Instead of planning my funeral

I guess I will give the doctor a chance

A chance to save me

And give a second opinion

Because even a sliver can look like death

If it is entered right

On a symptom checker


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – symptom

Fading Flutters

I know he’s coming.  I can always tell.  It not like I’m psychic or anything.  I just have always been able to tell when he is near.  Mom says it’s because we were meant to be together.  My sister calls me Radar because of it; from that old TV show about the army hospital in Korea.

But I also know he is coming because he is almost always about five minutes early.   He hates to be late.  And tonight will be no different.

It was different though.  I began to be unsure if he was close.  I had felt him coming but now there was none of the usual “flutters” he gave me. Maybe he had to go back for something he forgot and he will call or text soon.  I picked up a magazine to read, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in my side.  It was strong enough I called out in pain.  My mom came to see what was wrong.

“What’s wrong dear?”  She asked as she came into the room.

Clutching my side I gasped and managed to get out, “Something is wrong.  I think it is Tom.”

Mom looked at the clock and said, “it is just now 7 o’clock, he will be here any minute.”

“No,” I said.  “He would have been here five minutes ago, but something is not right.  I need to call him.”  I took out my phone and punched his name.  It rang and ended up in voicemail.  “He is not answering.”  I grasped my side tighter as another pain shot through.

I was panicked, sure this was bad.  Then as suddenly as it started the pain stopped.  I sat up straight again and tried his number again.  It rang once and someone answered, “Hello?”

“Is Tom there please?” I asked the unknown voice.

“This is Sgt. Chris Houge of the Carroll police department.  I’m afraid there has been an accident.”


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – radar


She sees her target

And the dance begins

Each movement with a purpose

Like a spider to a fly

She catches his gaze

She acts shy and turns away

She takes out her lipstick

woman with brown hair doing lipstick and holding little mirror
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And slowly applies it

Blotting the excess on a napkin

She looks his way again

And smiles innocently at him

He is drawn in

And starts to get up

She sees her moment coming

He is going to come to her

Just then a woman is embraced

Into the warmth of his arms

And all she can think is

I wasted my lipstick on him


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – blot